Chapter 88 Confrontation
"Why not just say it over the phone?"
"I don't like discussing things over the phone."
"Then don't," Cecily said, ready to hang up.
"Wait," Sandra interjected urgently. "I'm not trying to cause trouble this time, and I'm not pressuring you toward a divorce. Please, come here. I'm just a patient in a hospital bed. I can't possibly harm you. I'll wait for you here."
After Sandra hung up, Cecily frowned at her phone before reluctantly steering herself toward the hospital.
Inside Sandra's hospital room, a thick bandage was wrapped around her forehead. The room was empty except for her, adding a stark chill to the air. When Cecily walked in, Sandra pointed to a chair. "Sit."
Cecily bent down to sit. "Why are you alone? Isn't Darian visiting you?"
Sandra snorted in irritation at the mention of her son. "It's all because of your son. Now, my own doesn't even want to acknowledge me."
It was clear Sandra harbored resentment not just toward Cecily but toward Darian as well.
"Oh, what do you mean by that?"
Sandra adjusted the bandage on her forehead. "He wants me to apologize to your son or else he said I might as well spend my twilight years in this hospital. I had no idea I was less important to my son than your son is."
Cecily was taken aback, seeing that Sandra appeared to be telling the truth.
Darian had punished Ophelia and was now ignoring his own mother, Sandra, over Rowan. Rowan seemed to hold significant importance in his heart.
Cecily was genuinely surprised.
"So, it was you who saved me that day," Sandra changed the subject, evidently not wanting to talk about her disappointing son any longer.
Cecily spoke lightly, "It's nothing."
"Come on, you saved me, and that's that. I wasn't knocked out. I saw you there. Later on, the hospital doctors also told me that had it not been for you, I might not have made it."
"It was the least I could do."
"Regardless, thank you," Sandra said softly.
"What was that?"
Sandra gave her a look. "Are you pretending not to hear?"
"I genuinely didn't catch that."
She truly hadn't heard her clearly.
Sandra pulled at the corner of her lips and repeated herself. "I said thank you for saving me."
Cecily just hummed a response.
Sandra looked at her, "Why are you so indifferent?"
Cecily found it amusing. "Do you expect me to thank you for thanking me?"
Sandra snorted, "Let's be clear. I appreciate you saving me, but don't expect me to change my opinion of you. You're not suitable for my son, and I won't support the idea of you two being together. The old man wouldn't have approved either."
Cecily smiled slightly and responded, "I didn't plan to continue seeing your son anyway. To tell you the truth, had your son not sought me out abroad, I wouldn't have come back home."
As they were speaking, Ophelia walked in, followed by Elysia who was assisting her and carrying some items.
Both frowned upon seeing Cecily. Ophelia looked at her coldly and asked, "Ms. Cecily, what are you doing here?"
"I asked her to come." Sandra glanced at Ophelia, her tone notably less kind than before.
Of course, Ophelia picked up on that.
Ophelia let Elysia help her move forward and cautiously asked, "Aunt Sandra, are you upset?"
Sandra had no desire to see Ophelia at the moment. Just before the accident, Sandra had witnessed Ophelia abandoning her in the middle of the road and fleeing, leaving her stranded and helpless. Sandra wouldn't have been so angry if Ophelia had simply given her a push at that moment.
If it hadn't been for Cecily coming back to save her, she might have been ashes by now.
People's natures were hard to change. When Darian got into a car accident and his life hung by a thread, she heard that Ophelia left the country immediately and the Flores family called off the engagement, even though she wasn't in the country at the time.
Back then, Sandra felt really angry toward Ophelia, but after the Old Man told her that Ophelia had a compelling reason to leave, Sandra's opinion of her changed.
Now, however, it seemed likely that Ophelia was just selfish to the core.
"I'm not angry," Sandra shrugged off Ophelia's concern. "I barely escaped death myself; where do I get the privilege to be angry?" She refused to look at Ophelia.
Ophelia's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly as she understood Sandra's frustration. She hastened to explain, "Aunt Sandra, I understand your anger. I was too frightened at the time, and I couldn't rescue you in time. It's entirely my fault. If I could, I would gladly take on the injury for you."
Sandra paid her even less attention.
"Aunt Sandra, please don't ignore me. I got hurt too, look." Ophelia pulled up her long dress to reveal a thick bandage wrapped around her calf.
Sandra glanced at her own arm in a cast and then at Ophelia's injury, her anger flaring even more. "You're comparing that little scrape to my injury?"
Ophelia, desperate and teary-eyed, tried to clarify, "No, Aunt Sandra, that's not what I meant."
"Enough, stop playing the victim here. I'm more pitiful than you are, and I haven't cried. What are you crying for?"
Sandra had never been easy to get along with, and she was particularly vindictive.
Cecily barely concealed a smirk. She didn't want to be a part of their bickering, so she stood up. "Well, if there's nothing else, I'm going to leave. You two take your time."
Cecily walked out of the room.
Ophelia glared after Cecily with resentment. She must be thrilled to see Sandra giving her a tough time.
Ophelia was certain that Cecily must've badmouthed her to Sandra. That was probably why Sandra was treating her like this. Cecily was far too cunning.
Leaving the hospital, Cecily adjusted her clothes, texted Griffin back, and stood by the hospital's entrance waiting for her ride.
Ophelia had just finished a brief, tense conversation with Sandra when she walked out to find Elysia waiting for her in the car. "Ophelia, look, it's Cecily," Elysia exclaimed as she spotted Cecily outside.
In the passenger seat, Ophelia had been trying to relax with her eyes closed, but at the mention of Cecily's name, rage flashed in her eyes, snapping them open.
She watched as Cecily, head down, was fixated on her phone. Ophelia's gaze hardened, and a wicked thought crossed her mind. She didn't want to be the only one to suffer—she wanted Cecily to know what it felt like to be hit by a car.
"Hit her," Ophelia ordered coldly.
Without hesitation and with a thrill in her eyes, Elysia slammed her foot on the gas.
They figured the worst that could happen at night was a hit-and-run charge and a fine; money was no object if it meant seeing Cecily hurt and boosting their spirits.
Cecily may have been distracted by a text message, but she sensed the impending danger and quickly stepped backward. The red Ferrari zoomed past, grazing her clothing, and then came to a controlled stop.
Cecily, with her heart still pounding, looked at the car that had almost hit her and her face went cold.
Inside, both Elysia and Ophelia regretted their failed attempt. Elysia sighed, "It's a pity we didn't hit her."
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